Post by LittleFish on Nov 16, 2011 17:37:15 GMT -5
Calling//
Phosphorus or Phoss
Heritage//
Quarter Horse
Lifespan//
Two Summers
Height//
15 Hands
Sex//
Stallion
Hue//
Sun Touched (Palomino)
Marks//
Sabino (four white legs, small belly spot on side, blaze)
Orb Hue//
Nut-Brown
Persona//
Have you ever felt as if you don't know who you are? Have you ever given up on all hope of being truly happy? That is how I feel these days. The light is on, but no one is home. Maybe, if you knock loud enough, I might answer. Somewhere inside this golden shell of mine there is a soul. I know it is there, I just don't know how to reach it.
I am but a hollow of my former self. I was bouncy and full of life as a foal, but now... I walk with a dragging step and hanging head, as if living as too much for my small frame. I speak little, trying to keep attention away from myself. Is there anyone out there who can help this fallen soul?
History//
I was the heir of my fathers band of equines. When he fell in battle, never to get up again, my little world crashed around me. Chased from my mothers side, barely old enough to survive without her nourishing milk, I was alone. Being smaller than others of my age, I was ridiculed. Everyone, from mares to stallions, pushed me away. It hurt each and every time. Eventually, I found a small herd of outcasts like myself and we traveled together, but the damage was done. I was depressed and did not speak much, and even within the small band, no one paid me much notice. So I grew more and more inside myself. One by one, the others joined herds, until only I was left. Thus I came to these lands, my hope that someone will be a friend almost extinguished.
Pic//
Phosphorus or Phoss
Heritage//
Quarter Horse
Lifespan//
Two Summers
Height//
15 Hands
Sex//
Stallion
Hue//
Sun Touched (Palomino)
Marks//
Sabino (four white legs, small belly spot on side, blaze)
Orb Hue//
Nut-Brown
Persona//
Have you ever felt as if you don't know who you are? Have you ever given up on all hope of being truly happy? That is how I feel these days. The light is on, but no one is home. Maybe, if you knock loud enough, I might answer. Somewhere inside this golden shell of mine there is a soul. I know it is there, I just don't know how to reach it.
I am but a hollow of my former self. I was bouncy and full of life as a foal, but now... I walk with a dragging step and hanging head, as if living as too much for my small frame. I speak little, trying to keep attention away from myself. Is there anyone out there who can help this fallen soul?
History//
I was the heir of my fathers band of equines. When he fell in battle, never to get up again, my little world crashed around me. Chased from my mothers side, barely old enough to survive without her nourishing milk, I was alone. Being smaller than others of my age, I was ridiculed. Everyone, from mares to stallions, pushed me away. It hurt each and every time. Eventually, I found a small herd of outcasts like myself and we traveled together, but the damage was done. I was depressed and did not speak much, and even within the small band, no one paid me much notice. So I grew more and more inside myself. One by one, the others joined herds, until only I was left. Thus I came to these lands, my hope that someone will be a friend almost extinguished.
Pic//
